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Nope.

Nope, nope, nope.

You quickly clamber down and steal up to the window, taking a peek before hopping up and worming your way inside. Catwoman would find a way to make this sexy, but you just flop inside and scramble behind a chair to listen. The house seems empty enough that you feel confident moving around. Thanks to your costume, you have an added advantage: your face is hidden. There are probably CGH girls with figures like yours. There’s a decent chance that someone who spots you, as long as you aren’t doing anything too suspicious, will think you’re one of them and just dressed up for some reason.

Boldly, you stand up and walk into the hall. It’s as messy as the rest of the place. The place doesn’t smell like a Sephora, but it also doesn’t smell like a locker room. One more CGH stereotype busted.

The kitchen is less of a mess than the rooms you’ve seen so far; they must have a few rules here, like keeping the sink clear and handling dishes. The trash still needs to be taken out, and someone’s left a box of graham crackers lying open on the kitchen island, which is covered in crumbs. The recycling basket overflows with Diet Coke bottles.

You see no reason not to be nosy… you never know what you’ll find. You check the fridge and the pantry, finding plenty of normal food and drinks. Nothing interesting. In the closet under the stairs, you find garbage bags full of holiday decorations for different holidays. In the living room, a bra hangs from a lamp and a gigantic, comically, impossible huge dildo occupies a prominent place on the mantle. It’s obviously a joke. A trophy case is full to overflowing with trophies and ribbons.

CGH House is… just a normal sorority house.

But they have central air. A modern kitchen. Yeah… they have it pretty good over here.

So do you: this place is dead. You heard noises upstairs and there’s a girl napping on one of the sofas. There can’t be more than half a dozen of them home right now. That’s less than a quarter of the sorority, and in a house this size… that’s like having the place to yourself. On top of that, these are college girls, not soldiers.

You have so many advantages. It seems a shame to let them go to waste. The contents of the pantry and the closet gave you some ideas. You could devastate this place with pranks.

But… you came here to do a job. You need to search Sal’s room and get access to her devices. That means her phone, laptop, or iPad.

You hesitate, torn.

Seize this golden opportunity for classic college antics?

Or stay focused on Sal?